It's Britney, Bitch!

Thats right, bitches. I'm sitting here listening to Britney's new album, and I don't care who knows it. I FINALLY bought my iPOD! This is clearly not my hand, but I liked the picture, and it is an accurate representation considering I do in fact have Nelly Furtado on my iPOD, it is silver, and it's totally cute and small. The Nano is perfection. It's light-weight, it's got a full color display and plays videos, and it has a couple of your standard games already installed so I can occupy myself on the bus now! Not that I really needed any more accessories on my head, but now this thing is never coming off.

Our Winter Festivus was quite enjoyable. We let the dogs open their gifts on the Solstice, and we exchanged a few little things over the course of the month. On Christmas, while everyone else was opening their mounds of gifts, hoping to be happy with what they got, Jenny and I spent our morning painting a client's house for $20/hr (each). So we each made $80. Not bad considering I was already getting paid for the holiday. Plans to go back this weekend, and on the 1st to make even more extra cash. I think I may tuck it away for my next hair appointment.

Speaking of, I don't know how I'm feeling about the blonde I put in. I think after the dark for so long the blonde isnt quite what I'm used to and I almost want to go back to the brown. We'll see. I think I'm going to give it at least another month before I go messing around with it.

Reasons to live downtown...

...Or at least experience downtown. As I walked from my bus stop today, two women were engaged in a conversation across the street. As they approached my corner, I could over hear what they were discussing.

Woman #1: "I did cocaine the whole time I was in prison."

Woman #2: "Wow, really? How'd you get it?"

Woman #1: "It wasn't that hard, it was everywhere. I did coke, meth, and I was popping pills, too."

Woman #2: "How'd you pay for it?"

Woman #1: "I'd have my grandmama put some money on the books for me, I'd buy somethin' and get some cash back, it was easy. They don't care, they almost want you to get addicted."

Jesus. This was not a conversation you should be having at full volume speaking voice on a street corner in downtown.

So, Jen and I are finally getting some solid, undisturbed sleep. Now that the girl upstairs has stopped fucking her nasty boyfriend at 12, 2 and 4am in the morning. It's sick when you can hear people having sex... the squeeking of the bed and occassional moaning, then they get up, pee and probably flush the rubber, slam some cabinets and then shuffle back to the bed. Nasty. I don't want to hear all that. It's like they are practically in our bedroom having sex it's so loud. And Im obviously am not down with hetero sex happening in my bedroom.

I'm a believer in Pip, Bitch.

I fuckin' LOVE Tori Amos. I'm still buzzed from the show. And the excitement from meeting her. *sigh* FANTASTIC.

Cruel

Heart Of Gold

Change Your Pack

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Bouncing off Clouds

I'm a Believer